An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Apple blossoms falling onto the surface Of the bubbling clear waters Of the river at the bottom of our garden Carrying pink petals downstream
By Paul Douglas4 years ago in Poets
November, no, I'm not giving up, not yet. It's not too late, and my hair has yet to be touched by the early glitter of the forthcoming winter.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Some may think that the sun is just a little orb In the distance and keeping them warm And there’s nothing interesting about it at all
By Isabella Renteria4 years ago in Poets
How I miss the days so often When I’d camp out with my friends Waking up to see the sunlight Peeking out above the mountains
The dusty trail of high noon lingering on my lips Itches a tantalizing quadrant of my mind, Producing a single question: Where would I go if I had wings to take me?
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
A wondrous time it has been, Since I chose you my queen Out of all the flowers I chose you. Though instead of picking you in haste,
By Braden Page4 years ago in Poets
Never have I been as happy or free myself I can be with you accepting of all you are without thoughts of how they treat thee
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
I grew up in the sun. I was a sun baby through and through. My complexion can vouch for me. I radiate rays off my skin. I radiate no sign of a Vitamin D deficiency. Warmth was never labeled a luxury. Rather a commodity of where I lived.
By Amira Buckly4 years ago in Poets
Brittle bones of countless, fragile fingers Beckoning an all-too-distant sun Bejeweled by the morning rain that lingers
By Dana Crandell4 years ago in Poets
A fire lit upon the hearth, The coldest night had yet to start, The sound of sweet music in the air, With love and tender care.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
The Piedmont’s rolling green hills were showing The first reds and gold of autumn. We could see the Blue Ridge Mountains in the distance
By Blaine Coleman4 years ago in Poets
All that I am, Nature can tell, The words flow so smoothly, I hear them clear and well, The heart beats of raindrops, Roaring thunders above,
By Aerie Saunders 4 years ago in Poets
